The world asks something of us each moment.
Sometimes it’s so hard to offer up,
it’s like the breaking of a husk.
And sometimes it’s easy
as falling snow, sunlight.
Sometimes it feels like giving up,
giving in,
floating without support,
standing on a precipice.
Other times it’s as possible as
being made for this moment,
this very thing.
Yet again,
the moments that wring us out
and spin us,
to drop us from their heights –
these are the ones
which like the breaking of a husk
to bring something forth,
make something new of us,
something else again.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
July 2020
Living Tree Poetry 